Motourama Part 8: Letting Go – Or How To Make Your Girlfriend Crawl On The Floor
Hello family, friends and followers! This is going to be an episode of learning to say goodbye.
From Brandenburg, we made our way back to Berlin for some boring but necessary paperwork, before we hit the road again.
First things first, in order to give the bikes the attention they need before a long trip, we checked oil, water and air pressure in the tires in Berlin. While unscrewing the cap of the tire tube valve, the early morning hit Denise (friends would never describe Denise as a morning bird – rather quite the opposite). This, in combination with the multiple layers of shirts and jackets keeping us warm, slowed her down. So instead of holding the cap safe in her hand, it slipped away, right into a drain. Finding it was easy, just 15 cm of air and a metal grate divided us from her cap. Sweating and swearing she walked around it like a dog around a sausage out of reach. While Esben talked to the gas station clerk to find a way to get into the treasure box, Denise kept staring at it, in case it might run away! Then, by taking a closer look at the tight bolts, she realised, that somebody else might have had our exact problem before. We decided to put on our strong man pants, and bravely lifted the grate up with two whole fingers(!) an retrieved our little lost treasure. Turned out the grate was not even connected to the, at first glance, very tight brackets. Oh well, easy job!
The next thing that got lost, not more than 90 km from Berlin, was the amazing, and to be honest somewhat important, ability of Falkor displaying the speed at which he is flying through the landscape, and the kilometres he is traversing. For the motorcycle, it is a cheeky way to stay young, but slightly cheating. The speed was easy to figure out, as the different revs in the different gears were a good indication of the km/h. Denise told Esben when we were going 80 km/h, and he then made a mental note of the revs. The amount of kilometres we drove, however, was a case of Denise reporting in with the odometer reading now and again. This was very helpful, as Esben does not like not knowing when the tank will be empty, as there is no fuel gauge. The trick is to know the average amount of kilometres the motorcycles can do on a full tank, and then keep an eye on the odometer. Falkor is still keeping the secret of what might be broken to himself. Hopefully we will find out soon, so stay tuned.
Find the mistake in this photo (yes, yes, we know the quality is a mistake, but apart from that). Hint: we are going about 70 km/h.
The third, last and saddest loss of the day was a family ring. While greeting our first couchsurfing host in Lübeck, it must have fallen down and got lost somewhere in the old wooden floor (we think, but weren’t sure in the end). Denise spend the good part of two hours with her face on the floor, looking in every nook and cranny, but had to give up in the end. Pulling up the floor boards of the rental flat did not seem like a viable solution, especially as it was not our own, so we said our farewells to the piece of family history. In Denmark we got a new one, though, with a tighter fit to help prevent such a situation in the future.
Until next time, keep it together!